by Jennifer Butler
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The sought for soul
in innocence turned out.
The heart once almost formed
embittered by a preacher's snout.
They thought to break a family;
they thought to block the moon,
for one too rude in bloomers
and one child's kiss too soon.
And off he goes again, again,
to seek his Savior, as they say,
though warns his broken hearted mom,
"They'll crucify you too one day."
But too soon had she told him
from whence she thought his life,
and too soon was he ripped from her
to know the captor's surgical knife.
Now go spell, my sweet one ----
the gospel, go spell.
They do prey, my dear one ----
we know why they pray.
We know how they prey now,
the lions for their meal.
Return to the thinking,
when they've lost your shepherd's way.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your verses give the reader pause for reflection, Jennifer. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|Very deep poem.I enjoy reading it very much.take care of yourself
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Thought provoking piece so very profound both in verse and meaning....
Be always safe,